Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tajikistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.